My teenage years were filled with rainbows, unicorns and Shawn Cassidy. As a remnant of the eighties, I favored pastel […]

My teenage years were filled with rainbows, unicorns and Shawn Cassidy. As a remnant of the eighties, I favored pastel […]
Anyone who follows this page might think that I dropped my camera off the side of a cliff and […]
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And the rest is rust and stardust. Vladimir Nabokov Vladimir Nabokov (born April 22, 1899) grew up trilingual, fully fluent […]
“…what thrills me about trains is not their size or their equipment but the fact that they are moving, […]
Summer, and he watches his children’s heart break. Autumn again and Boo’s children needed him. Atticus was right. One time […]
I will rip these sheets off you like a bandage, like a rush of birds–lure you with coffee, crisp your […]
We little knew the day that God was going to call your name. In life we loved you dearly, In […]
There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win […]
“To me, photography is an art of observation. It’s about finding something interesting in an ordinary place… I’ve found it […]